Abortion

e l e v e n

this short story is coming

to an end and it's been a thrill

writing. So now, I present to you,

the last chapter of Abortion. 

xoxoENJOYxoxo

The September breeze was blowing

on the date of the nineteenth, when

I was outside, helping Karen set the outdoor

dinner table. I felt a sharp pain in my

lower area, which I told Karen about. She

replied with "I've only had one kid,

I don't know much about anything." I laughed,

but worried inside. My due date was in

a few days, and maybe this baby was

coming faster than expected. Michael came

outside and plopped down on to one of

the table chairs when my water broke.

"My water broke." I cried out in disgust.

"Sweetheart, it's natural." Karen said while

lighting a cigarette, calmly.

"It's disgusting." I said, my eyes blurring in tears.

Michael took me to the car and put a towel

on the seat because god

forbid I get his new car dirty. He grabbed the

bag that was waiting by the door and

then reversed out of the driveway. We

were a mile away from the hospital

when the car slowed down and we ran

out of gas. I yelped in pain, crying harder

than before and Michael started getting

more and more frightened.

"Use your phone, dumbass!" I shouted and he

scrambled to get his phone out of

his skin tight jeans. He dialed 911 and we

heard the sirens already. My contractions

were faster and faster, and when the

ambulance arrived, I felt like I was about

to die. The paramedics helped

me into the ambulance, the female told me we

would be at the hospital in no time, and

the other female yelled at Michael, telling

him that this is irresponsible. The noise was

making me sweat, just like the pain

in my lower area hurt me. 

The whooping of the sirens died

down as I was put into a wheel chair

and wheeled into the hospital, Michael ran

quickly behind. I wasn't ready to be a mother,

not now at least. I was pushed into

a room, and the doctor informed me I was

ten centimeters, and that I needed to start pushing.

He pulled off my dress and put

on a hospital  gown quickly and I cried while pushing,

squeezing Michael's hand. 

"Okay, one more push okay, Grace?" the

nurse asked and I cried a little more

while nodding. There were shrieks and

cries and my tears lightened up. I looked

to Michael and he was smiling so big.

The doctor held up the small infant and 

I let out a sob of joy. Michael kissed my

forehead while the nurses took my daughter

to clean her up. 

"I'm a dad." Michael smiled, kissing my lips.

"I'm a train wreck." i laughed. They brought her

back over to us, and I told them I wanted Michael

to hold her first. They told us she had down

syndrome, but she was beautiful anyways. 

Michael passed her to me and I looked

to her pushed in nose, and too far apart eyes,

and saw pure gorgeousness. 

"Have you thought of a name?" The nurse asked.

"Arden May." Michael smiled and I nodded.

"Well, welcome to the world Arden May."